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Maghera
Maghera “A man was shot in Maghera today…”. Surely some noble creed had sanctified This deed of wrath, this devastating force?. The creed, alas!, was godless Anarchy. But fear it is prevents both Prelates’ words And Politicians’ acts. Immoral fear That to resist is worse fate than to yield. […]
Sunset at Ghadhira
Sunset at Ghadhira (Malta GC) The […]
Rain
Clear Raindrops Clear blazes the molten sun’s burnished rays; Life-juice they draw from the withering crops. Each thirst-wracked plant its wan head weakly drops As the searing heat slow-tortures their days; […]
Father and Son
Father and Son (for Colin) So, here I am – your father, son — Progenitor and heir, it’s true – My young soul in a body aged By time’s experiential force; A stranger in […]
John Keats
John Keats (On re-reading Keats’s To Autumn) [Alternative version of: On Re-reading Keats] Reading your works again, (my friend long dead), A pile of plangent words heaps in my head Till I’m replete with feelings strange and strong, My senses harvested by scything song. John Keats!. Autumn’s expressive […]
On Re-Reading Keats
On Re-Reading Keats Re-reading you, (my friend, though long since dead), I am suffused with feelings strange and strong; A flood – a whirl of words – pours through my head, My captured heart bursts into happy song!. […]
Swallows
Swallows ‘gathering swallows’… (John Keats: To Autumn) Could I now fly with them across wide seas – To lands where Winter’s dearths bring no alarms In climates lush with tropic luxuries; Or near Egyptian Sphinx inspire sweet balms Borne on warm zephyrs from rich isles of spice – I’ld consecrate […]
One Decade More?
One Decade More? Time moves inexorably on; today’s Prime Minister is younger than myself! And now, as rodent-toothed arthritis gnaws Bones and stiff joints, or palpitations shake The regularity of cardiac Efficiency, my darkling eyes can see No end of projects meriting my care. Such […]
Emma Madeline Schluep
Emma Madeline Schluep (b. 27 January 2009) I welcome you, young Emma Madeline, Into this world which is quite different From that protective place whence you have come […]
Sacrificial Obsession
Sacrificial Obsession Quite casual it was. I said: ‘Goodbye’; You answered with a silent nod. Then I Departed. At your strongly-termed insistence, (After three decades of our shared existence; Such complex years of courtship, marriage, gain, Children and happiness; of loss and pain, Love, […]